Mars kept driving, the road narrowing perceptibility as it rose higher into the foothills. For a moment, he thought they were on a dead end, meaning they’d have to turn around and return the way they’d come. If they were being followed, whoever it was could wait at the bottom of the road and take them out at his leisure, unless they abandoned the bike and hiked.
Just when he figured that might be the outcome, Mars saw another narrow road leading off from the one they were on. Hoping he wasn’t going to be marooning them in the middle of nowhere, with darkness coming on now, he took it. Soon, it began to slope downward, meandering along the banks of a small stream. Now, we pray.